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Not long after Zhao Lin ate the specially prepared nutritious meal, she fell asleep again.

Luo Yumei sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on her daughter, feeling that she could never get enough of looking at her.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, her expression changed, and she looked up at Luo Fei, who was sitting on the opposite sofa looking at his phone, with worry in her eyes.

"Xiaofei," she said hesitantly, her voice low so as not to wake her daughter, "Zhao Zhiwei mentioned his father on the phone just now."

Luo Fei looked away from his phone screen and at his aunt.

"His father's name is Zhao Dechang," Luo Yumei swallowed, her tone unease. "He's a retired leader from the court, formerly the vice president. He knows many people in Chongnan City. I'm worried they might use their connections to sabotage the case, or try to retaliate against us."

She voiced the worries that had been weighing on her mind.

I didn't dare to think about it before because I felt there was no hope.

Now that I see my daughter's condition improving and I have hope, I am even more afraid that this hard-won hope will be extinguished.

Luo Fei put down his phone, leaned forward slightly, and remained calm.

"Aunt, you don't need to worry about that." His voice was calm. "Zhao Dechang is a retired leader, but once he's retired, he's retired. We live in a society governed by the rule of law; it's not an era where just because someone knows a lot of people, they can cover up everything."

He paused, then continued, "As for retaliation, they have neither the guts nor the ability."

His confident tone startled Luo Yumei.

"But they have been operating locally for so many years after all." Luo Yumei still couldn't be completely at ease.

Luo Fei did not offer any further explanation.

He picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts, then stood up, gestured to his aunt, and quietly walked to the corridor outside the ward.

The corridor was brightly lit, but very quiet at the moment.

A security guard in black stood guard at the ward door, his eyes scanning warily for anyone approaching. He nodded slightly in greeting when he saw Luo Fei emerge.

Luo Fei walked to the window and dialed a number.

The note reads: Qin Zhenhua.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

A gentle yet authoritative male voice came through: "Hey, Xiao Luo? What made you think of calling me?"

It was Director Qin Zhenhua.

After meeting Luo Fei in Donghai City last time, he left this private contact information.

"Director Qin, I'm sorry to bother you so late." Luo Fei's tone was respectful and direct. "There's something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Oh? What is it? Tell me." Qin Zhenhua's voice became more serious.

Luo Fei briefly explained his aunt Luo Yumei's situation, as well as the fact that Zhao Dechang was a retired leader of the local court and might use his connections to influence judicial fairness.

"Director Qin, my aunt has now hired a lawyer and is going through legal proceedings. My request is very simple: I just hope that this case can be tried in a fair and just environment, free from any interference from other factors."

Luo Fei continued, "Furthermore, given the blatant disregard for the law by Zhao Zhiwei and his son, I suspect they may have committed other illegal or disorderly acts. If it's convenient, could you please ask the relevant departments to look into this?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Qin Zhenhua's voice rang out again: "Xiao Luo, I understand the situation you reported. Don't worry, our country is a country ruled by law, and no one has the privilege to transcend the law. Any behavior that uses one's power or influence to interfere with judicial fairness is absolutely unacceptable."

He paused for a moment, then said, "In that case, I will immediately contact my colleagues in Sichuan Province and ask them to monitor the trial process in accordance with the law and regulations. As for whether Zhao Zhiwei and his son have any other issues, I believe that if they have indeed committed illegal acts, they will have nowhere to hide in the sunlight. The relevant departments will conduct an investigation in accordance with the law."

"Thank you, Director Qin!" Luo Fei said sincerely.

He knew the weight of Director Qin Zhenhua's words, "Let's contact our comrades in Sichuan Province."

This is enough to ensure that my aunt's case will not be distorted by any local forces.

"You're welcome. Upholding social fairness and justice is what we should do." Qin Zhenhua smiled, his tone softening. "You can focus on handling things at home. Contact me anytime if you need anything."

"Yes, Director Qin."

The call has ended.

Luo Fei put away his phone and turned back to the ward.

Luo Yumei was waiting anxiously, and when she saw him come in, she immediately looked at him with an inquiring gaze.

"Auntie, it's alright now." Luo Fei sat back on the sofa, his tone relaxed. "I asked a friend to put in a good word with the higher-ups. This case will definitely be tried fairly and in accordance with the law. No one will be able to pull any tricks. If Zhao Zhiwei and his son are clean, that's fine. But if they're not... well, we can settle accounts with them all at once."

Luo Yumei only vaguely understood what he was saying, but her nephew's confident expression finally put her mind at ease.

"Xiaofei, I really don't know how to thank you." Her eyes reddened again.

"Thanking me again." Luo Fei smiled helplessly. "You should get some rest. Linlin will need your help to take care of her when she wakes up."

"Okay, okay." Luo Yumei quickly wiped her eyes, leaned back in her chair, and felt a strong wave of fatigue wash over her. Once her nerves, which had been tense for many days, relaxed, drowsiness surged up like a tide.

She soon fell into a deep sleep as well.

Luo Fei wasn't sleepy, so he sat on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Night deepened.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Zhao Zhiwei's anger and anxiety reached their peak late at night.

The person he sent to gather information quickly received a reply.

The information about Luo Fei is so simple it's laughable.

"Mr. Zhao, we found it. That Luo Fei is 27 years old, from Liuxi Village, Qingyang County, Longhai City. He graduated from an ordinary university and used to work as a project specialist at a small company in Jiangcheng, earning a meager monthly salary of seven or eight thousand. He just resigned last month and went back to his hometown. His family are just ordinary farmers; his parents farm the land, and he has a younger sister in college. They have no connections and are very poor."

The subordinate reported over the phone, his tone dismissive.

"That's it?" Zhao Zhiwei almost laughed in anger.

What gives a poor country boy who just lost his job the audacity to challenge him? And dare to threaten him?

It must be that bitch Luo Yumei who borrowed some money from some back alley, hired a lawyer, and is just bluffing!

"Where did he get the money to hire lawyers from Zhengxing Law Firm?" Zhao Zhiwei pressed.

"I'm not sure. Maybe Luo Yumei secretly saved some money before? Or maybe she borrowed it from her family? It seems like news just came back from Qingyang County that Luo Fei's old house was demolished, so he probably received some compensation for the demolition?" the subordinate guessed.

Compensation for demolition?

Zhao Zhiwei suddenly felt enlightened.

That's it! That must be it! Even a small amount of compensation for land demolition in the countryside can amount to several hundred thousand yuan. Luo Yumei must have swindled that little bit of money from her family to save her life, and then hired a lawyer, thinking she could turn things around?

dream!

"What about the hospital? How's that sickly kid doing?" Zhao Zhiwei asked coldly.

"He is still hospitalized in the hematology department. The specific ward number has not yet been confirmed, but it shouldn't be difficult to find out."

"Good!" A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Zhiwei's eyes. "Find a few people, and tomorrow morning—no, right now! Go to the hospital, find that sickly little brat's room, and find a way to get him out of there!"

"Bring him out?" The subordinate was startled. "Mr. Zhao, this is a hospital; kidnapping is a serious crime!"

"Who the hell gave you permission to kidnap her?!" Zhao Zhiwei roared. "Just say I'm her father, there's an emergency at home, and I need to take the child home! Does the hospital think it can stop her own father from picking up his daughter?"

"Bring that person out and take them to a safe place. With that sickly little brat in our hands, let's see if that bitch Luo Yumei won't obediently drop the lawsuit! And make them cough up that little bit of demolition compensation!"

The more he thought about it, the more brilliant the plan seemed.

Legal procedures are too slow and risky.

By directly controlling the daughter and seizing Luo Yumei's vital point, it was a simple, brutal, and effective method!

Although his subordinates felt uneasy, they dared not disobey Zhao Zhiwei and could only agree: "Yes, Mr. Zhao, I will take men over immediately."

The streets of Chongnan City were nearly deserted late at night.

Two black sedans, carrying seven or eight burly men with unfriendly expressions, sped toward the People's Hospital.

The leader was none other than Zhao Zhiwei's trusted subordinate, A Biao.

They arrived at the hospital quickly, parked their car, and headed straight for the inpatient building.

The inpatient lobby was deserted at night, with only the on-duty nurses dozing off.

Ignoring the nurse's questions, A Biao and his accomplices went directly to the floor where the hematology department was located.

The corridor was very quiet.

They quickly found the nurses' station, where the nurse on duty looked at the group of uninvited guests with suspicion.

"Excuse me, which ward is Zhao Lin in?" A Biao asked gruffly.

The nurse glanced at the records: "Room 309. But you are...."

"We are the child's family members!" Ah Biao interrupted impatiently, leading his men into the corridor.

The nurses tried to stop them, but they were rudely pushed away.

The group quickly arrived at the door of ward 309.

When they saw a black-clad man standing at the door like a guardian deity, Ah Biao and the others were taken aback.

Something's off about this person.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released.

Ah Biao cleared his throat, stepped forward, and said to the security guard in black, "Brother, please make way, we're taking our child home."

The security guards in black seemed not to hear them, their cold gazes sweeping over them while they remained motionless, blocking the doorway.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! We were sent by the child's father to take Zhao Lin home!" Ah Biao emphasized, gesturing for the people behind him to come forward.

However, he had barely finished speaking.

The security guard in black whispered something to his collar before making his move.

Their movements were as fast as a ghost!

Ah Biao didn't even see how the other party made the move. He only felt a tightness in his wrist, and a huge force came through, making him dizzy.

With a "bang," he was cleanly and decisively pinned to the ground, his face pressed tightly against the cold floor, his arms twisted behind his back, unable to move.